"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Seeing that Lu Fan was just dodging, he didn't dare to fight back.

A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Miyamoto's mouth, and the palms on his hands were even more layered, one palm was more violent than the other.

The ice and fire were mixed together, and dense water droplets directly overflowed from the air. Every palm was slapped, which contained the sound of the great way, which made Lu Fan dodge one after another, without any intention of fighting back.

"Cunning Chinese people, this is the martial arts of your Chinese. Do you have to escape when facing your own martial arts? Do you dare not even pay back your hands?"

Miyamoto's words were full of sarcasm, and the offensive became more and more fierce and ferocious... "You are the youngest man in Chinese martial arts. You are too weak and you are not worthy of being the opponent of my warriors in the Great Japanese Empire. Die gloriously!"

"Bang!"

Miyamoto Eishi took dozens of palms in a row and took pictures!

One palm is hot, one palm is cold!

Lu Fan only felt that his breath became extremely unhappy under the airtight palm wind.

Seeing the dense palm wind, I was about to slap Lu Fan directly on the face!

"Bang!"

Lu Fan's step back suddenly stopped, he raised his hand sideways, and suddenly grabbed it in the air!

"puff!"

One of Miyamoto's palms was directly held firmly in the palm of his hand.

"There is more proficiency, but the basic skills are insufficient."

In Miyamoto's shocked gaze, Lu Fan calmly said: "This kind of martial arts is really a waste of your hands."

"Bang!"

Lu Fan swung his backhand, like throwing a sandbag, and directly picked up Miyamoto Eishi from the ground, threw it aside, and then smashed it to the ground!

Miyamoto's body hit the ground with heavy impact on the stone slab, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out of his mouth, unable to even climb up.

"you……"

Miyamoto's eyes were filled with resentment: "Despicable Chinese, you dare to attack me."

In his eyes, Lu Fan had no chance of fighting back when facing the Yin-Yang Palm he used with all his strength, and could only be passively beaten.

The reason why I can suddenly catch myself is that I can only succeed by relaxing my vigilance and sneak attacks.

"Don't accept it?"

Lu Fan looked at him quietly: "Then get up and we will fight again."

"Die for me!"

Miyamoto Eishi got up from the ground in anger, waved his fists and smashed it directly into Lu Fan's face.

"Noisy."

Lu Fan also lost interest when he saw Miyamoto Eishi's fist that was almost unwieldy.

He whipped his legs sideways and kicked him directly in the chest.

Before the person flew out, his feet pressed against Miyamoto's chest, his body had turned over, and another kick was kicked in his chest.

Within an instant, two consecutive kicks!

"Bang bang!"

"Click!"

Accompanied by the dull impact, a creepy sound of bone fracture exploded in an instant.

Miyamoto Eishi spurted blood from his mouth, raised his head, and his body flew backwards more than ten meters away before hitting the stone pillar and then fell to the ground.

"you……"

Miyamoto Eichmond's mouth was covered with blood, and he was covering his chest and trying to get up from the ground.

He only exerted force twice in succession, but not only did he not stand up, but his injuries in his body aggravated. A mouthful of blood was sprayed out of his mouth and he fell to the ground and fainted on the spot.

I fainted from anger.

"Before practicing martial arts, you must cultivate your mind. If you fail once, you will be so angry that you will vomit three liters of blood and faint."
Chapter completed!